Dark Night of the Gods

MIA

Together

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::MIA::
So, once you guys fly and ride away, where will you go? What’s your desitination?

Mackenzie Weaver
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12:57
I need to find Neil.

[Hands of Power]
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12:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Great. How?

Mackenzie Weaver
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12:58
That is the thing, isn’t it. Hmmm.
12:58
I have that one thing that can summon ghosts to harass people.

[Hands of Power]
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12:59
(aaron.grey) I’m not too worried that Jack didn’t show up. Probably buried in the bottle with his nymphs. I also don’t know that it’s been enough time for Patrick to calm the storm I started. For now, I’m heading vaguely in the direction of the cave, our little home away from home.
1:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Sadly, it’s ghosts in general, and not specific ghosts in Kira’s case.
1:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) How quickly would you like to get off the grid, Teague?

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:01
Yar. Well — call Laurence, and then I’m going to drive up the coast with my mask on, searching for signs of ghosts—and maybe stopping at ghosty areas.

[Hands of Power]
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1:01
(aaron.grey) I kinda like the grid. But… there were an awful lot of cameras and police officers and worse at that prison. So… pretty quickly.
1:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So splitting up?

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:01
Sounds like it!

[Hands of Power]
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1:02
(aaron.grey) Indeed
1:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Then who first as I split?

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:02
Teague ince I’m on the phone!

Kira

(endicottkid@yahoo.com) ::MIA::
Heading up the coast dressed as you were when you broke into a maximum security prison and released countless prisoners? That’s… we’ll call it ballsy. We’ll call this an Intelligence+Occult roll to figure out the places to find the dead in social moods.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:19
Fuck yeah, I’m ballsy. Also, killing white men. Woo. 22s.

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Well, there’s always Atlanta. If you ride one of the boat casinos, you can possibly find one of them. It’s rumored the Good Baron visits often, and that’s always a ghostly affari.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:24
I like Baron Samedi, even if he probably hates me (uh, sorry spectre lady, Virtue Extremity). But, well, not the first one-sided thing. I head to Atlanta then, letting out a breath, my raven feather cloak streaming out behind me, and I park — somewhere in the very back of a parking lot. Hmm. I change out of my stuff—tucking everything but my jewelry neatly into my backpack. Course, I need my mask to see ghosts, so I sort of need that. I strab it to my hip, along with a few other things so it looks like I’m ust wearing a belt with danglies off of it. Big danglies, but a bit less conspicuous than like…mask on face.
1:24
And that way I can still use my power.
1:24
Otherwise, though, just wearing dark jeans, dark tanktop, a loose black sweater that’s unzipped—that sort of thing.
1:25
I PUT MY MASK IN MY BACKPACK!

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:27
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There are… a lot of ghosts here. I’ll assume you’re looking for one in particular. Perception+Investigation.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:27
4
1:27
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1:27
Looking particularly for Neil, but otherwise one that looks like it may be friendly and help me find him.

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Looking for Ghosts or Spectres?

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:29
(Just for my own clarification so I can remember, this means the only things not in my backpack are: Pearl Ring, Snake Bracelet, Marinette’s Bone Ring, Squid Pendant plus Mother’s Sight/Horns/Murder’s Mask which are permanent). Hmmm. Spectres are if I, Maq, recall more intelligent and able to drift even further—so we’ll aim for spectres, though if I find a ghost who I find agreeable, doesn’t hurt either.
1:30
((*Murder’s Marks))

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You do see one who might be familiar enough to you. You smashed an urn with her heart in it. The blood spectre looks sad and lost among the others who seem to be living a little for once.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:40
Oops. Well. I approach her then, dipping my head. “Hello.” Before anything: “I wish to apologize for smashing the vase with your heart in it.”
1:41
I do not apologize for beating this one up.
1:41
“I have your gun. It is at my cave, being unused.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:42
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She looks to you, tilting her head as if she’s surprised you’re talking to her. “What… you’re a scion, aren’t you? Did you kill the Shabti?”

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:43
“Yes.” I say then, with a nod. “And then I entered virtue extremity and smashed the vases releasing you and the other spectres trying to get you to kill me.”
1:43
Honesty. My schtick.

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” She rubs her hands together. “I never was good at killing people. I just didn’t want little Nessa to get hurt.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:45
“Nessa?” I pause, thoughtfully. Was that the kid Teague went soft for?

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It was.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:45
“Ah. She was fine when I—we—left.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “She was sweet.” She shrugs. “Innocent, like him.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:46
I ponder. “Like him?” I ask. “She did seem quite capable of always finding the scion in the room to ask for help. Wonder if she is god-born.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I don’t know. Aphrodite didn’t seem to know much about that sort of stuff when we talked. She knew a lot about Hollywood, though. I was gonna be a star.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:48
“Likely she simply didn’t want to talk about it,” I say then. “I mean, talking about all that stuff has to be boring when you’re a god. Is there anything you would care for me to do with your relics? Give them to Aphrodite or…?”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She shrugs again. “I can’t use them. I mean, I only really had that gun, but it’s pretty isn’t it?”

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:50
I ponder, and then nod. “Yes.” This girl is pretty dim, or at least really good at pretending to be dim. “I was wondering— a boy named Neil. He’s a spectre too, probably carrying a big staff. Have you seen him? He’s—well, he was brown haired and,” I try and describe him, awkwardly, waving my hands. “Skinny, gangly, stubble half-grown. About eighteen.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:51
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh.” She considers a long moment. “He wouldn’t happen to have dreamy brown eyes, would he? Or be very charming in an awkward, artistic way?”

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:51
“Yes.” I nod my head then. “That is him.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Him. What happened to him?” she ponders aloud. She sighs. “I’m not sure I remember.”
1:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Per+Empathy

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:54
“Is that ’I’m supposed to bribe you to remember’ I can’t remember, or you really can’t remember?” I ask. 5s

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You’re pretty sure it’s the first. Or that she’s toying with you like Cordelia used to think she was with you back in high school.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:55
“Ah, the first,” I say then, and sigh. “What can I do for you to have you tell me?”

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She considers, then looks around. “How about drown everyone on this boat?”
1:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Malice. The purview of the titans that often infects spectres.

Mackenzie Weaver
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1:57
“Ah, I see,” I say then, simply. I look around. “I would, but the police are already after me at the moment, and there are many black people here, and I have a friend in my band who would kill me if I rewarded a dark virtue and I am not in the mood to deal with that.” That’s…okay, for Kira it’s a perfectly valid reason not to do it. “Why don’t you possess someone and see about dancing and enjoying things like you used to? I could perhaps feed you in that way. Try and ensure you have a grand night.”
1:58
I pause for a moment. Well, no she’s already a spectre. I could use my bike, but I don’t even particularly like people who are Cordelia like.

[The Left Handed Path]
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1:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She laughs in your face. “Dance? That’s for the living. The gods. They got me to do their dirty work, took my chance to dance. The only dance I do is over mass graves.”
2:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Yep. There’s the typical madness.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:00
I sigh a little bit. “Yep, dark virtue.” I tilt my head back. “Were you a hero when you died?”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:01
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “No. I was a goddamn Spice Girl. What the fuck do you think, slave?”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:01
I sigh again. “I was wondering if you were a hero or a demigod.”
2:01
“I can bring you back to life. Probably,” I say, annoyed.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And your word on that?” She asks with a look of pure glee. “No murdering me after?”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:03
“If my boyfriend has been harmed by your malice, I cannot promise you that.” I say then, simply. “But otherwise, I will not murder you. I also will not stand in the way of someone else doing just that.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She holds out her hands, looking smug. “Then i guess I don’t know where they took him, bitch.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:04
I sigh again.
2:04
“I will not harm you after you are alive again, because then what would be the point of recovering you.” Still would not stand between her and someone else killing her. “Before I go on the quest, I do wish for my boyfriend back.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, that’s the issue, isn’t it? You’d have two to bring back.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:05
“This is also all dependant on whether you are recoverable from the Abyss. If—your —bits or whatnot are actually in Hades or somewhere else — who knows — there is little I can do,” I say, warningly. Underworld quests. For a Cordelia-like girl. Pain. “They took Neil to the Abyss?”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:07
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She smiles to you. “We dragged him, kicking and screaming for you. By now, the madness has seeped so deep he’ll never recover.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:07
“Mm.” I say. I don’t react—that’s why I have all those goddamn Appearance knacks, after all. “What is your name again?”
2:07
I get out my phone, text Teague: “Hello.”
2:08
And then—who else, even. Sigh.
2:08
I text Hannah, actually. “Hello.”
2:08
She might still be on Circe’s island.
2:08
God, who’d go with me to the Underworld.
2:08
To the Abyss, anyway. Siiiigh.
2:08
Not Sasha. He already helped. He does like Chaos though.
2:09
A text to Sasha: “Will you go to the Abyss with me?” He can decide on his own, I am not his mother.
2:09
…And finally, I text Simone and Patrick because this seems like a good time to ask them to help when they’re dealing with Patrick being upset: “Hello.”
2:09
Everyone gets a goddamn text.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:12
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) She laughs at that. “Don’t know who’s bested you? Well, I’m sure you’ll learn. And let me tell you, we enjoyed taking away his innocence. It’s not the gun that’s the only one who has that power,” she taunts over the next few minutes.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:17
I sigh again. It’s less being upset, and more being annoyed now. “Whatever you think, hon,” I say, absently. And then I text Simone: “I don’t commonly ask this, but I really need you.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, he seemed to think he’d only been with you before.,” she replies. “But he won’t be saying that again.”
2:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Simone hasn’t yet responded. Nomrally, she’s quick about this.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:20
“I believe it is up to the person who has experienced such things to decide for themselves. Will you be here? I need to ask someone from my band to go with me.” I tap some buttons and dial Simone, then, phone to my ear.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You get her voicemail. Weird.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:20
“I need you,” I say then. Then I pause, and dial Patrick. Because that’s smart.
2:20
I hang up on Simone’s voicemail first, though.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, we’ll see. I think there’s also a sister of yours we plan on torturing when we find her,” she says with a chipper tone.
2:21
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Patrick’s phone gives you an out of dialing area message.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:21
“Mm,” I say then.
2:22
I text Ailsa with a “Get lost. Crazy dumbass spectres.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Then there’s all thos poor, defenseless children of yours.”
2:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, some of them. The Voce isn’t too defenseless.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:23
“Mmhm.” I say then. God, if I could just tie her up until Simone gets here I would.
2:24
Why can’t I put Mother’s touch into a goddamn rope.
2:24
However, despite this thought, my face is still perfectly placid—almost bored.
2:24
I check my phone, waiting annoyedly on someone getting back to me.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It’s strange that they haven’t. And then the phone buzzes, from Sasha: <<why?>>
2:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So eloquent.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:27
I text back: “This bitch who I’m about to drag and shove her face into the asphalt until I hear from Simone about binding her forever into a jar that I’m going to put somewhere far from city lights sent Neil to the Abyss.”
2:27
Emotion from Kira! Even if it is only mild anger.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It takes a shorter time to respond. <<do>>

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:30
A text back: “No. Please bring one. I would suggest the canopic, but I do not want her to be near anything remotely with power in it.” Then I calmly put my phone away. I look up at the sky and in mild, soft-spoken Gaelic, because Mother would shank me for praying to her in English: “Mother. Please allow me to grab this spectre and do something worse than death with her and wreck vengeance upon her like I have never done upon anyone else. Perhaps it is something of a lesson you have sought to teach me to be more an aspect of yourself.” 1L — Mother’s Touch activated.
2:34
My blank, bored face never leaves. A moment later, my foot digs in to the ground and I launch forward to grab her. Despite my bored features, there’s something aggressive, terrible, and dark about my being—it’s like the shadows seem to grow darker around me, and though I’m not wearing the cloak, it’s like one of raven feathers swirls around me. Though I haven’t spent the legend, it’s as if I’ve suddenly gone terrible rather than my great vision. It’s as if I’m a minor form of my mother incarnate—beautiful, dark, and terrifying.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And that’s when the ghosts begin to flee.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:35
“Congratulations,” I say, placidly. “You made me tell my first lie.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:35
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The whore is telling you something about how he held on tighter in their loving embrace.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:36
I shove her to the ground then, grinding her ghostly face in to my other foot since she can go into the ground—and then, my hand snarled into her hair, I start dragging her outside, making sure to make it a bumpy, draggy road, scraping her and tearing her along. Hmm. I think I might beat her within an inch of her unlife once I get her outside, and make her stay there, weak, while I wait.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) So many death threats before the sky is filled with the sound of growls. Sasha comes down to the earth like a Santa Clause from Hell, looking upon you with a face more placid than before. He holds up a small bottle with a skull and crossbones on it. “I believe you require this.”
2:39
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No one’s texted or called back.

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:40
“Thank you,” I say studying it. “I am going to wait as long as necessary to ensure that Simone can bind her into it properly.” One of my hands is out—obviously digging into the skull and hair of someone invisible. I accept it, gratefully, and dip my head. My face is blank.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:41
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks upon you, the night stretching out in silence. “You wish a ghost bound into the bottle? It’s a simple spell. I could perhaps do it instead.”

Mackenzie Weaver
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2:45
I nod my head. “I would appreciate it.” My voice is calm—but Sasha knows me well enough that he can see through the mask. I’m seething with anger and something else below that — probably misery. Like I’m about to go on a rampage—but I’m managing to keep cool. Which might even be worse. I lift her up, dangling her by her hair. “Simply instruct me what to do, and I will listen. This is not a spell I have seen done before.”

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Simply cork the bottle when you desire.” He says as he opens it. He offers you the cork, looking towards what you hold. In a still moment, the air gets colder, his eyes shining like bright beacons in the midst of the darkness of the world around you. “Into the bottle, spectre. Where you shall remain until madness has eaten all that is left away from you.”

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:51
I nod my head. I don’t say anything for the moment—but Sasha knows how thankful I am for this. I stuff her into the bottle — a sort of savage, brutal elegance to it. I want her to be as uncomfortable as possible. Once she’s in there, I take the cork and promptly do so, cutting off her ability to make much noise. I inhale, and then exhale long—the first physical sign of emotion, before it too is gone. “Thank you,” I say, simply. Now, where to put her. I could bury her under the water in the ice lake. Hm. I could keep her in the cave, protected by that and Teague’s lions…

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:53
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Where should we go?” He asks simply. But he did say we.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:56
I am more grateful for Sasha being there than I have been grateful for anyone before hand. Of course, I’ll never actually say that. Even that’s too affectionate for me. Well, maybe when we’re alone, and I’m less emotional. In the Abyss, a minute is already eternally. “I am going to put this,” it is not worth even a ‘she’ at this point, though the decision there is subtle, “in the cave under the protection. And then— to the Abyss.” I’m not sure which he wishes to go with. He can choose. I am grateful for what he has done, and am not going to suggest he go with me.

[The Left Handed Path]
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2:58
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Would you like to drive or ride? It is very uncomfortable.” That’s why he takes the bottle and puts it on the bear chariot.

Mackenzie Weaver
AIM
2:59
“I will need my motorcycle to go to the Abyss,” I say. “I will meet you at the cave?” I could throw myself on him and give him the deepest most loving kiss I’ve ever given him right now. I really honestly could.

[The Left Handed Path]
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3:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “We will.”
3:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He gets onto the Chariot, whipping the reins and sending the nemeans to roar into the night a different way than you.

Mackenzie Weaver
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3:00
I nod, pause—and then I need to at least do it a bit. I step forward, curl my arms around his shoulders, and even if he stand like a stone—give him the most passionate kiss I have ever given him. Before he can leave.
3:00
THEN, as if nothing happen, I get on my bike and get home.
3:00
*happened

[The Left Handed Path]
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3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He looks more comfortable after you kiss. Maybe because you got off the chariot.

Mackenzie Weaver
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3:03
Probably because I got off the chariot, honestly.

Teague

::MIA::
The quickest way you know to get away from anywhere where the FBI might be looking is to take a shortcut through the Crossroads. You can get from any deserted crossroads to any other, and it so happens you’ve crossed a pathway on your mountain between trails that fits the description. Now all you have to do is find someplace dark and quiet enough to pass there quickly. If this is what you desire, Perception+Investigation
1:07
(aaron.grey) It is. I don’t need to worry about anyone following, and I can get away quick and easy. (9s)
1:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You can find such a place just after sunset, taking your leave of Kira before. Int+occ
1:09
(aaron.grey) (4s)
1:11
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There might be one little detail to note. There’s only one Crossroads, even if it leads everywhere. You just happen to remember it’s often frequented by gods of roads as well as other shady figures. Sometimes, you can even strike a nice deal there.
1:13
(aaron.grey) For a hefty price, I tell myself. I’m not turning back now, but i keep my eyes and ears open as I cross over into the Crossroads, hopefully passing through without incident.
1:13
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not sticking around or just running as soon as you can?
1:14
(aaron.grey) I’m not about to look suspicious, dashing right through, but I won’t linger, either. I’ll take note of what (or who) is there.
1:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) The crossroads is a grand, dark affair. Trees tower in all directions, the mists clinging deep enough between them to be a solid veil. No one knows what happens if you run off through them. You walk up one of the four pathways, the moon shining down on your face. At least you know no one here can hurt you or be barred from it for a time.
1:18
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) There’s only one hooded figure ahead at the crossroads, leaning against one of the trees. Smoke curls from under that which you can’t see.
1:20
(aaron.grey) Small comfort, but one that I’ll take. Besides, it’d be rude to just run off. “Hello,” I offer, in English for lack of a certain Irish feel to the figure.
1:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Hello, young blood,” comes the smooth whisper of the person. The smoke continues to billow. “Lookin’ for something? Someone?”
1:23
(aaron.grey) “Mostly something,” I say, stepping a little closer. “Someone’s usually a little easier.”
1:23
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “And what’s that?” asks the whisper.
1:23
(aaron.grey) “A place to lay low. But I know a spot, should be safe enough.”
1:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “How low you wanna stay?”
1:25
(aaron.grey) I’m a little wary of talking to gods, assuming this happens to be one of them. But it can’t hurt me here. “I’m only trying to stay a few steps ahead of the police, that’s all.”
1:28
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s a problem for a demigod? You’ve got more problems than you can count, then,” says that mysterious figure.
1:28
(aaron.grey) “Do you know me?” I wonder aloud. I certainly don’t know… it. “I might have a few more than I care to,” I admit. “But I imagine everyone does.”
1:29
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Not everybody. Too bad you can’t switch with one of them.”
1:30
(aaron.grey) “That assumes I don’t like who, or maybe just where, I am.”

[The Right Handed Path]
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1:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) It shrugs. “Just a suggestion. If ya don’t want a get outta jail free card, move along.”
1:42
(aaron.grey) Didn’t I just get out of jail free? Well, except for all those people… “There’s no such thing,” I say, shaking my head.
1:43
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Beat it, kid.” It nods down the path. “Ain’t got time for some chump you don’t understand the rules.”
1:44
(aaron.grey) “Well, enlighten me,” I say stubbornly.
1:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Too dark. Can’t. Sorry. Try another night.”
1:47
(aaron.grey) I narrow my eyes. Did that thing just call me dim? “Yeah? Well, maybe it’s for the best.” Your loss. If you really want to make a deal, you’ll stop me. I start to walk past, down the opposite fork I came.
1:47
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Away you go!
1:48
(aaron.grey) Totally no such thing.
1:48
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) You eventually come to the crossroads you know well.
1:48
(aaron.grey) I sigh with relief. Anyone who could follow me here from that prison was going to find me anywhere.
1:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And now what? Cave time?
1:50
(aaron.grey) Cave time. But before I head inside, I’ll check up on Patrick. Just to make sure he’s ok.
1:51
(aaron.grey) (11s to check, Per + Emp)
1:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Not in physical danger according to your mystical senses. Then again, is a tank dangerous to him?
1:55
(aaron.grey) It’s actually not, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. And I don’t know any Crossroads that way to get to him any faster if he’s not in danger. Was the whole army called in to take down his plant maze?
1:56
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No idea! Your lions don’t seem to know.
1:57
(aaron.grey) Try to find a way there, and possibly piss him off more? Yeah, smooth move. I try to check up on Simone, as well. (13s)
1:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) No physical danger. Then again, that probably means more considering a bullet ends her.
1:59
(aaron.grey) It does. This probably means that Simone can even answer her phone. You know, like I should. I make my way to the surface and dial her.
2:00
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) For perhaps the first time ever, it goes to voicemail.
2:01
(aaron.grey) I gasp.
2:03
(aaron.grey) “Hey,” I say to her message. “This is a first. Just wondering how things were going. Call me back.” Silence, and then I hang up awkwardly. Starting to get a little more paranoid now. But I still don’t move toward the Crossroads again. Nope. I check up on Jack. Been avoiding that. (9s)
2:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He seems fine.
2:03
(aaron.grey) I sigh. Doesn’t he always. Jerk.
2:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Hercules comes up to you and rubs against you. The lions always can tell when you’re upset.
2:05
(aaron.grey) “Good boy,” I murmur, patting his mane. I sigh again. “I know. I know. You’re right.” I swear to myself as I walk back toward the Crossroads.
2:09
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) When you arrive in the Crossroads, there’s not just the figure you knew there. It’s a familiar face. A particularly famous Hiddleston shaking the hand of the smoking figure before it begins walking down another path.
2:10
(aaron.grey) Oh, now this is just plain not good…
2:10
(aaron.grey) Still, don’t walk away. Rude.
2:11
(aaron.grey) I make my way toward the Crossroads, where Loki is standing. “Hello, Loki,” I say, bowing my head.
2:15
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “My, my. It’s been awhile.” He gives a two-finger casual salute to you. “How’s your charming associate with the bad habit of bluntness?”
2:16
(aaron.grey) “Oh, I’m sure she’s fine,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. “We did what you asked her to.”
2:17
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Oh, good.” He puts his fingers together, spreading them apart to show a tangled, golden knot strung between them. “Would you like to cut the curse before more damage is done?”
2:18
(aaron.grey) “I would,” I say with a nod, looking over the web. “Very much so. Eris’ curse, yes?” I clarify.
2:19
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course. I only remove one curse per trivial act.”
2:19
(aaron.grey) I know I’ll regret asking, I know I will, but I can’t help myself. “Are there others?”
2:20
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He smiles brightly. “Of course.”
2:20
(aaron.grey) “Well… who or what is cursing… who or what?”
2:22
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Now, that wouldn’t be very sporting to go around telling eveyone that.”
2:23
(aaron.grey) I sigh. “Of course not. Just so you know, though, that whole prison thing wasn’t all that trivial, in my humble opinion.”
2:24
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You aren’t a god yet.” He shrugs. “I could’ve done it, but it was easier to have you do it.” He holds the knot before you. “Wanna break a curse?”
2:25
(aaron.grey) “What will happen?” I ask cautiously. “If I do it, are you sure nothing crazy or terrible will happen?”
2:26
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, that assumes you think Eris is powerful enough to even give me the slip.” He shrugs.
2:28
(aaron.grey) “I don’t,” I say hurriedly. “Or… well, I don’t think… that either one of you is careless and would get caught up in things they didn’t want.” Eloquent as an elephant, but maybe I didn’t piss him off. “I’ll do it.” I reach out, if he allows.
2:30
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He allows. Going to untie it or cut it?
2:30
(aaron.grey) Untie it. Carefully.
2:31
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “You have such a way with words. You wouldn’t happen to be related to Thor, would you?” He asks. Dexterity+Occult
2:31
(aaron.grey) 15s
2:31
(aaron.grey) “No, not as far as I’m aware.” I keep my face neutral.
2:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) With a small tweak there, you can get it to come undone. One strange thread comes frayed, but that’s fine, right?
2:34
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He smiles. “Excellent.”
2:34
(aaron.grey) I stay very still. “What’s that one?” I ask, nodding toward the thread.
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Artemis.”
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Or something of hers. I can’t be too sure.”
2:36
(aaron.grey) “No,” I say miserably.
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Excellent knotwork.”
2:36
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Fine craftsmanship of t he spell. I must admit, it’s not an amateur.”
2:37
(aaron.grey) I frown at him. “Um… you don’t, like, patch those up later, do you?”
2:40
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Me? No. The three might, if they see it. They’ve gotten rather old, you see, existing beyond time.”
2:41
(aaron.grey) “Yeah, guess that’d happen after a while,” I say. I look over the golden threads. “Thanks. I’m more than happy to keep curses off me. Or mine.”
2:44
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “It must be terrible, then, considering how many are levied against you.” He claps his hands, banishing the threads.
2:44
(aaron.grey) I consider him for a moment. “Would you even tell me if any of them are as bad as that last one?”
2:45
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I wouldn’t be certain that a mother is always better than her daughter, but at least one of them in very clever.”
2:46
(aaron.grey) Damn. “Thanks, that tells me plenty.” She’s still pissed, then. “I seem to have a knack for making enemies.”
2:49
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Perhaps you could learn from someone who doesn’t. Beg for tips.”
2:49
(aaron.grey) I purse my lips. “Give me one in good faith? For helping Kira with that other job?” Wait, you have as many enemies as I do, don’t you?
2:50
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He chuckles. “You want to learn from the liesmith, do you?”
2:51
(aaron.grey) I hesitate. “Well, you don’t seem as nervous about any of it as I do.”
2:52
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “That’s because Courage is a virtue we have in abundance. And Intellect doesn’t seem too shabby.” He winks. “How about you do me one solid, and I’ll teach you the fundamentals about lying, hm?”
2:52
(aaron.grey) “What’s the solid?” I ask.
2:52
(aaron.grey) The last one seemed really reasonable.
2:53
(aaron.grey) And then… dead.
2:54
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, I could always use an ear in the other pantheons. I wouldn’t ask you to tell me anything about any of your own pantheon, I’m not that stupid, but I might be able to have you tell me about someone you’re closely observing, no?”
2:55
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) Why does he smile like that? You already know you’re getting fucked. Why does he look like you’re Christmas dinner too?
2:55
(aaron.grey) “Who do you think I’m observing?” If I ask enough questions, surely I’ll discover his master plan.
2:57
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Well, you could always try Apollo. Or Xochipilli.” Because he knows your business.
2:57
(aaron.grey) “Hocheepeelee?” How do you know about him? “That assumes I’ll see them again, though.”
2:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’m sure you will, if you want to.”
2:59
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Arrangements, blah blah blah.”
3:00
(aaron.grey) I don’t know if I want to see him again. Well, I know I’m Apollo’s cup bringer guy or whatever, for a DECADE. “And you’ll just want to know some small things, or what?”
3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Personality traits. Likes, dislikes. All of those sorts of things. If you can remember them, anything specific you note about the wheres and whos of it all.”
3:02
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) He waves it off. “Nothing too sinister. I know you’re an upstanding man.”
3:02
(aaron.grey) That seems deceptively harmless…
3:02
(aaron.grey) “Thank you,” I say slowly.
3:03
(aaron.grey) “I think I can do that.”
3:03
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “But which?”
3:03
(aaron.grey) “Apollo.” I don’t know what the hell will happen if I go see Hocheepeelee.
3:04
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “Of course.” He nods to you. “Once I get my first update, I’ll break… Hera’s curse, yes?”
3:04
(aaron.grey) My eyes go wide. “Yes, absolutely.”
3:04
(aaron.grey) Shit, what do I know already…
3:04
(aaron.grey) “Um, where would I find you, anyway?”
3:05
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) “I’ll check up on you. Don’t worry about that. I’m good at minor details.”
3:05
(aaron.grey) Am I the minor detail? “Ok,” I say with a nod. “Thanks again.” Something feels… wrong. But I think I made a friend.
3:06
(endicottkid@yahoo.com) And you part ways.

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